DEATH'S CHOICE

Oh death! why pick that which belongs to the soul of me?, why now when the heart merry?. Why a choice so mean to the living; when  that which is yours per their  choice is not in want .

How cruel your pick, burdens the living :
My heart ache and sorrow on your choice,
No tear is left to mourn yet another. Thus ; let your grip benign the other, for your choice can not be duo in your visit. 

Now, let  your firm grip on one be liberty to the other. Let my fear of you for the sicken be the joy for the departing, Let the crow of death be the dove of healing; And let the tears for the dead be tears of joy for the healing.

The choice you have made is a pain, yet
It's yours to prefer than us: but  now,  let it be the end ever, to have been made in this last hour of your visit to us; for your visit is no more in want.